I made plans to eat pizza and watch hockey tonight with Andrew and the dogs before I knew what was scheduled here at the old homestead. Even though the Leafs lost most shamefully and the dogs were having gas issues, it was still better than…

Poetpalooza.

Oh yes, ladies and gents. Three award-winning Canadian poets, two girlfriends, one ex-housemate, one goofy friend of ex-housemate, and way too much fucking beer. I had nearly forgotten how annoying Banks is when he’s wasted. Happy Drunken Banks is more annoying, actually, than Morose Drunken Banks. (But at least Morose Drunken Banks isn’t around anymore, and if he was he’s not my problem.)

Time to try and get some sleep… For tomorrow, we paint.

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